Poems by William Shakespeare

Poems by William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxv , by William Shakespeare

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled...

Sonnet Lxxxvi , by William Shakespeare

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
T...

Sonnet Lxxxvii , by William Shakespeare

Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The...

Sonnet Lxxxviii , by William Shakespeare

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy...

Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame , by William Shakespeare

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will p...

Sonnet Vi , by William Shakespeare

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make swee...

Sonnet Vii , by William Shakespeare

Lo! In the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homag...

Sonnet Viii , by William Shakespeare

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
...

Sonnet X , by William Shakespeare

For shame! Deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant, if ...

Sonnet Xc , by William Shakespeare

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
...

Sonnet Xci , by William Shakespeare

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' f...

Sonnet Xciii , by William Shakespeare

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still s...

Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None , by William Shakespeare

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who,...

Sonnet Xcix , by William Shakespeare

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smell...

Sonnet Xcv , by William Shakespeare

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth...